Very well written! I have a similar story of help from an unexpected source, yet very different.
You see, my adventurer, a human hammerman with a band of seven fellows, had stopped in a town for a rest. You see, they had just finished slaughtering a fleeing band of elves, officially making them an endangered species.
Now, a few weeks later, my adventurer decides that along with his band he shall continue his adventures, and throws off his heavy and useless trinkets. He hears shouting from outside! It sounds like one of his fellows, in trouble. Now, his band consisted of two bowmen, three swordsman, and axeman and a spearman. One of the swordsman shouted out for assistance, the clash of swords ringing through the air. What shook my hammerman was just who he was clashing swords with!
Some strange dispute must have taken place, as my adventurer spotted him fighting with another swordsman of his band! In fact, he could see all seven of his band fighting one another and the townsfolk! On his side, it seemed, was a bowman, a swordsman and the axeman. The spearman injured and killed the axeman almost straight away, who was in turn shot dead by my bowman. The other bowman fought back, both trading arrows viciously as my hammerman charged in to save my swordsman, who was beset by both the other swordsmen. Just as he reached his ally, though, a lucky blow was scored and the poor valiant warrior killed. My hammerman, much greater skilled than his band, managed to send both his previous allies flying with his large, steel maul.
(Current score: 3 on my side, 1 dead. 4 on their side, 2 dead.)
Next, the spearman tried to flank my bowman, who was hiding from the rain of arrows sent by his fellow. A quick blow to the head sent the crazed spearman to the afterlife. His morale restored by this, the bowman and hammerman charged. In the background, random townsfolk were fighting one another as well. It seemed a pitched battle for the townsfolk, with two axe-wielding guards and a mighty blacksmith still on my side.
Now, as they charged at the bowman, they both loosed arrows at one another. My friend was injured, but gave me enough time to turn the foe into gore. I ran back to see if my ally was okay. He died in my arms. I was covered in the blood of my friends, and my friends turned foe. Now I was angry, and I sought vengeance on the world. I travelled the world, killing all those humans who attacked me. Man, woman, child, any of them. But, what was most unexpected was the fact that there were certain groups who seemed more than happy to assist me in chopping down these combatants. Among them included an elven slave who was once the king of all the elves in the world who had looted a crossbow and joined my side, and guards. Any guard seemed more than happy to attack once-peaceful townsfolk simply for my sake. The elven king ran into the wilderness as I settled in the now heavily de-populated town, drenched in blood, sweat and tears.
One prime example of those guards helping me was when a ranger came out from behind with a crossbow. He fired, barely missing me. I turned and knew I could never reach him in time, only to see, to my amazement, an axe cleave straight through his head from behind. I swear that guard gave me a thumbs up and kept walking.
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